Posted by Tonya Salomons on Mar 28, 2014 in Journal | 0 comments
It’s happened to all of us. We’ve looked forward to this or that. We’ve built up anticipation, we’ve dreamed and conjured all sorts of images in our minds and imagined what it would feel like, look like if only what we wished for came true. I know that I have a VERY active and techni-colour imagination – I can paint a picture in my mind that is so real... read more

Posted by Tonya Salomons on Mar 17, 2014 in Journal | 1 comment
It seemed so selfish. As soon as the thought crossed my mind I quickly attempted to bury it under the busy of my day. How could I be feeling like this? How could I, the encourager, the cheerleader, be feeling like I had been left out, left alone? I can’t even really tell you why I was feeling this way. I have a community that just flat out loves me, in real life and... read more

Posted by Tonya Salomons on Mar 14, 2014 in Journal | 0 comments
There is this space the opens up late on Thursday night into the wee hours of Friday morning where brave and creativity collide. We call it Five Minute Friday. One word. Five minutes. No over-thinking or over editing. What we get is one astonishing piece of our hearts in pixelated wonder on a screen. Click on the logo to the right and join us. WORD:... read more

Posted by Tonya Salomons on Mar 11, 2014 in Journal | 0 comments
Remember when I took you to South Africa on Valentine’s Day? Remember when we traded chocolate for carrots? Remember when I partnered with Lisa-Jo Baker and asked you do the scared brave of building a Community Garden? Remember when I asked you to click over here at Pure Charity to help raise the $5000 needed for food that would fill tummies and hearts? ... read more

Posted by Tonya Salomons on Mar 7, 2014 in Journal | 0 comments
Fridays we stop thinking so much about what we’re writing and instead focus on the fact that we’re writing. I love this community and how we leave bravery all over the internet. Won’t you join us? WORD: WILLING It’s a choice I make every day. The one that has me bending low and laying down. Opening my palms in a willing benediction to... read more